Here's your cleaned copy with corrected punctuation, spacing, consistency, and flow. I kept your voice and style intact:
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The morning light was her sole companion as Tizmilly swung her sword in the yard of the Roost family house. She woke up before dawn again today. Not because of pain, but because she wanted to feel the morning air.
It was cold, but not if you moved constantly. To normal people, her movements were nothing but shadows. Too fast to see. The result of her continuous practice. To her, it was too slow. Too slow compared to the speed and height she had reached while fighting Jahreon and the demon he summoned.
The Waveblade in her hands only glowed faintly, not as bright as before. Not yet.
Around her, the snow melted slowly. It became drops of water that followed her movement.
One second, they were as transparent as glass. The next, they were as red as her long hair. Then they became ice petals of roses.
Her focus was at its peak.
